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Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Miss Misery by Elliot Smith

I deserved to be killed. How could you still love me and take care of me and hold me in your arms. Your love hurt me. It hurt me to know I was lovable. After I destroyed everything that was left I came back to you, knowing that I had finally won the battle against myself, that I had finally convinced you it wasn't a good idea to be with me. I had abandoned you, stabbed your back. In sum, I was a stupid bitch that had no right to say anything when you FINALLY AFTER SO MANY YEARS OF INDECISION LACK OF CONFIDENCE INFIDELITY ANXIETY CROCODILE TEARS rejected me.

Thank you for your rejection for it gave me a NEVER AGAIN THE SAME NEVER AGAIN QUITE THE SAME NEVER AGAIN ONE heart. mISS mISERY DESERVED TO BE SOMEONE ELSE. something else.

Everyone seemed to be happy. Happy. Everyone seemed to enjoy life, enjoy life. ENJOY. THIS. FUCKING LIFE. THIS FUCKING LIFE THIS FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. CLICHÉ UPON CLICHÉ FUCK YOU ALL.

Miss Misery deserved to be. Someone. Else.

Your new girlfriend she you say she loves you, she seems to be happy with you. You say. So you say. She is. Happy.

Where is your hand? Where is your hand? Where is your hand? It's not holding my hand. It is so far from mine. I never touched you first. I was never the first one to kiss you.Touch me. Touch me once more. Touch me. Will you?

YOU DON'T WANT TO SEE ME CRY. YOU SAY YOU. Then love me again, then love me again. tHEN LOVE ME AGAIN. tHEN LOVE ME.